Descriptive Essay
...Image Imagined...
There is a mirror in my room in which my image seems
to take on a different appearance. It is framed in the shiniest
of brass and large enough to capture my entire image as I
lay before it. The edges of the mirror cast a golden tint
as they reflect the candlelight gleeming from the frame.
In the middle of the mirror, extending almost to the reflection
of the frame, there is a circular design etched in the
glass. An intricate design of some other place, some other
world, far away in the realm of my mind. A world that allows
the change in me to take place.
The most majestic of unicorns is the center of this world.
He is rearing up on his hind legs and all of his muscles seem
to come alive as I watch. His long mane and tail whip wildly
in the gushing wind. Through the strands of his mane, I can
see two deep, blue eyes that seem to stare back at me,
penetrating my inner-self. They see me as no other eyes can.
There is a passion in these eyes for all that surrounds them.
My soul seems lucid to these eyes and my walls begin to
dissipate under their gaze.
The eyes look away and I follow. I see the unicorns eyes.
He is looking at the sky and he appears to be serene in his
comprehension of his own destiny.
His horn pierces the circular sky and breaks the pattern of
stars and moons that border his world. My own world, I know
now, has no borders such as these.
I look again at my reflection. The candlelight makes my hair
almost a reddish blonde rather than the golden brown that I
remember from the day. My facial features appear elusive in
the shadows of the flickering candles. I can almost see a new
attractiveness that wasn't there before.
There is a graceful butterfly resting on my left shoulder.
Her wings are relaxed as she prepares to land on a tree that
extends from the bottom left of the unicorn's world. There
is another of these trees extending from the bottom right
of the design. They look like the Japanese Bonsai trees
that are pruned to droop and curve in all the right places.
The limbs, thick at the base and bending and thinning
in all directions, are weighted down by a multitude of
leaves. The leaves seem to bend the outer limbs of the
trees with their weight, too heavy to resit the eternal
resting of the Earth.
The unicorns front legs extend over the tree on the right.
Butterflies seem to be dancing all around him, as if
allured by the sweet aroma of an immaculate soul.
The unicorn seems so secure and cogent. He is in his
strength, unbending and tangible, yet, in actuality, he
is only imaginary. He is someone's dream. However, in
his image, I can see traits of the me I wish to be.
And in this mirror, I can see my image becoming as one
with what I am meant to be.
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